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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>A click of the beak, and Trace guides Sveta into the academy, towards the stage. Even though he hasn't spent quite as much as last time, he did make sure to get good seats, allowing the duo to properly see the stage and the going-ons. Right now, the duo is upheld in the lobby a moment longer, even as the troupe is busy setting up the stage and preparing their outfits. |
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| + | Trace himself is dressed properly for the occasion, wearing the suit he showed up in before and smiling faintly towards Sveta as he moves towards the makeshift bar set up at the front. "A-anything to drink?"<br> <br>Sveta is dressed in her usual gown of autumn colours, although she hasn't changed her gloves at all - they do seem to be fit for any occasion whatsoever. She comes in at Trace's side, one hand wrapped about the crook of the kite's arm, and glances towards the seats amidst the crowd, then at the stage. "No, thank you. It's better to enjoy the show with a clear head...although it was good that you managed to get some tickets before they left for Cliffside. It was in a couple of weeks, wasn't it?"<br> <br>"I... I believe they're leaving next week, actually. And they offer juices as well, if you want?" he offers before looking at the stage with a click of his beak. Drink or not, after recieving Sveta's answer, he guides the goshawk through the crowd, smiling faintly and gently, almost with a spring in his step.<br> <br>"I..." Sveta looks unsure a moment, then nods and walks up to the bar, ordering a mixed juice.<br> <br>. Who knows, it might be the first time that anyone's seen her drink anything but iced water in public. With that, she returns to Trace and looks expectantly at their seats, hearing the first few notes of the orchestra warming up. "I hear they're performing "Swan Lake" today. It's supposed to have been handed down from the Creators - quite a piece, I hear, especially appropriate for the diva in question. Although I heard through the grapevine that there was some trouble when they first arrived in Firmament..."<br> <br>A twitch from the kite, and he smiles lightly as he looks back to sveta, nodding momentarily. "I... I wouldn't know. I've only been here for a month, and the opera was already here when I got here, I think?" he mumbles as he takes his own seat, after she takes hers, of course, smiling faintly and twitching momentarily. "I... Admit, I have no idea what to expect," he mumbles.<br> <br>"It's..."Sveta considers a moment as she takes her seat. "It's a way in which a story is told, or rather, sung, and accompanied by music. It's very popular in Thera'dor, so I hear. Those who compose the music and write the lyrics have to really work together to get the lyrics to fit together. You'll see once the curtains go up." | ||
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| + | And in due time, and lights are dimmed, the curtains are drawn, and the actors take the stage while the orchestra begins with the opening. "Look, there's the swan lady. It's very common for the main female protagonist to be a soprano - that's a high-pitched female singer - although I'm not sure where the tradition got started."<br> <br>Trace smiles faintly, offering a short twitch, even as he looks towards the stage, nodding along with Sveta's explaination. He sips a moment from his own drink, before smiling and leaning back again, simply watching the opening of the opera. | ||
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| + | Again, he smiles, again, he nods along as the singing starts and the actors begin portraying the scene.<br> <br>Sveta nods, leaning a little against Trace as the music gets started and the singing begins. "You know, half the time most folk don't even know what is being sung - it's usually either in some foreign language - or if it's been handed down from the Creators, the First Language. Yet they go there anyway, just to look cultured." She makes a gentle humming noise in her throat. "I suppose you're really interested...or just here for me? You can be honest, you know."<br> <br>Trace nods and mumbles a moment. "I... I'm not sure. I mean, it's... Odd. Unlike things I've seen before, so... That makes it interesting, I suppose? Even so... I was hoping on... Well, spending a, erm... Fun evening together, erm... Out on the town, so to speak?" he offers hesitantly, before smiling a tad.<br> <br>"Then it's a new experience," Sveta says, yawning a little. "I suppose I should be more interested in the things of my homeland, and used to know some of it, but I haven't been to one of these things in a long while. Never had the chance to when I was younger, and now...not so much time. It's hard to fall asleep during the performances sometimes, although it's quite rude. | ||
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| + | "And look. I'm not sure if most folk can understand it, but the translation provided by the Church says that's the part where the Prince is upset that he can't marry for love. Ah, perhaps if he were a small noble of his House, perhaps..." she passes Trace a small pamphlet that was on her seat.<br> <br>A nod, another smile. "A new experience," he copies, allowing Sveta to rest against his shoulder, even as he wraps an arm gently around hers, smiling faintly as he keeps looking at the stage. Truth be told, he didn't quite understand a word of what was being sung, but it didn't sound too bad, to be honest. Silently, he smiles down towards Sveta and nodding lightly as he looks into her eyes momentarily.<br> <br>The opera continues to play out, telling the story of the Creator prince and the sorcerer who has transformed a number of their females into swans. Although if the result is the lady who's playing the female lead, it can't be all that bad, can it? The Creators must have had strange ideas about magic, considering there's no common spell that can do that... | ||
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| + | Nevertheless, Sveta catches Trace's gaze, looks a little uneast, and hurriedly breaks off the eye contact by looking away, perhaps hoping for some pretext to rationalise away having done so.<br> <br>Trace however, isn't saying much himself, silently looking away the moment Sveta does the same, looking away a little awkwardly and twitching lightly. Even so, he does occasionally glance back to try and see how much he screwed up... | ||
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| + | Well, so far, she hasn't actually tried moving his arm from her shoulder, or removed her head from his', so it doesn't seem too bad yet.<br> <br>Sveta says nothing, just sighs and leans her head further into Trace's feathers. "And they're finishing up the second act now. I wonder if there's going to be an intermission...didn't notice one in the pamphlet, but...the music is really nice."<br> <br>Trace nods faintly and smiles down at Sveta, his hand moving along her shoulder momentarily, before leaning back and nodding faintly. "Says right here... We'll have an intermission at the end of this part," he mumbles, gesturing at a small schedule placed in an illogical part of the booklet. | ||
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| + | The pause comes soon enough, and the group is moved towards the large hall again, for a thirty-minute break. | ||
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| + | Meanwhile, on an arch above, a lone, black panther is silently observing the hall, almost as if trying to find a mark.<br> <br>The panther smirks nastily as he catches sight of Sveta and Trace. He slinks down from the balcony and sidles up until he stands at the fiery goshawk's elbow opposite Trace. "Svetlana Kuznetsova, I presume?" he asks in a silky baritone, "Or are you going by Longtail now?" The black feline says the last with obvious distaste.<br> <br>Sveta's gloved fingers tighten barely, both about Trace's arm and her other balled fist, her green eyes flicking this way and that, scanning the crowd for something. "And what does it mean to you?"<br> <br>A mumble and a twitch as Trace stares at the feline. He seems... Uncertain and... Focused on something else, at the same time. | ||
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| + | The kite simply observes the exchange, for now, gently pulling Sveta a little closer. "Friend of yours?" he asks with a raised brow, the intonation suggesting he means the inverse, of course. | ||
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Log
A click of the beak, and Trace guides Sveta into the academy, towards the stage. Even though he hasn't spent quite as much as last time, he did make sure to get good seats, allowing the duo to properly see the stage and the going-ons. Right now, the duo is upheld in the lobby a moment longer, even as the troupe is busy setting up the stage and preparing their outfits.
Trace himself is dressed properly for the occasion, wearing the suit he showed up in before and smiling faintly towards Sveta as he moves towards the makeshift bar set up at the front. "A-anything to drink?"
Sveta is dressed in her usual gown of autumn colours, although she hasn't changed her gloves at all - they do seem to be fit for any occasion whatsoever. She comes in at Trace's side, one hand wrapped about the crook of the kite's arm, and glances towards the seats amidst the crowd, then at the stage. "No, thank you. It's better to enjoy the show with a clear head...although it was good that you managed to get some tickets before they left for Cliffside. It was in a couple of weeks, wasn't it?"
"I... I believe they're leaving next week, actually. And they offer juices as well, if you want?" he offers before looking at the stage with a click of his beak. Drink or not, after recieving Sveta's answer, he guides the goshawk through the crowd, smiling faintly and gently, almost with a spring in his step.
"I..." Sveta looks unsure a moment, then nods and walks up to the bar, ordering a mixed juice.
. Who knows, it might be the first time that anyone's seen her drink anything but iced water in public. With that, she returns to Trace and looks expectantly at their seats, hearing the first few notes of the orchestra warming up. "I hear they're performing "Swan Lake" today. It's supposed to have been handed down from the Creators - quite a piece, I hear, especially appropriate for the diva in question. Although I heard through the grapevine that there was some trouble when they first arrived in Firmament..."
A twitch from the kite, and he smiles lightly as he looks back to sveta, nodding momentarily. "I... I wouldn't know. I've only been here for a month, and the opera was already here when I got here, I think?" he mumbles as he takes his own seat, after she takes hers, of course, smiling faintly and twitching momentarily. "I... Admit, I have no idea what to expect," he mumbles.
"It's..."Sveta considers a moment as she takes her seat. "It's a way in which a story is told, or rather, sung, and accompanied by music. It's very popular in Thera'dor, so I hear. Those who compose the music and write the lyrics have to really work together to get the lyrics to fit together. You'll see once the curtains go up."
And in due time, and lights are dimmed, the curtains are drawn, and the actors take the stage while the orchestra begins with the opening. "Look, there's the swan lady. It's very common for the main female protagonist to be a soprano - that's a high-pitched female singer - although I'm not sure where the tradition got started."
Trace smiles faintly, offering a short twitch, even as he looks towards the stage, nodding along with Sveta's explaination. He sips a moment from his own drink, before smiling and leaning back again, simply watching the opening of the opera.
Again, he smiles, again, he nods along as the singing starts and the actors begin portraying the scene.
Sveta nods, leaning a little against Trace as the music gets started and the singing begins. "You know, half the time most folk don't even know what is being sung - it's usually either in some foreign language - or if it's been handed down from the Creators, the First Language. Yet they go there anyway, just to look cultured." She makes a gentle humming noise in her throat. "I suppose you're really interested...or just here for me? You can be honest, you know."
Trace nods and mumbles a moment. "I... I'm not sure. I mean, it's... Odd. Unlike things I've seen before, so... That makes it interesting, I suppose? Even so... I was hoping on... Well, spending a, erm... Fun evening together, erm... Out on the town, so to speak?" he offers hesitantly, before smiling a tad.
"Then it's a new experience," Sveta says, yawning a little. "I suppose I should be more interested in the things of my homeland, and used to know some of it, but I haven't been to one of these things in a long while. Never had the chance to when I was younger, and now...not so much time. It's hard to fall asleep during the performances sometimes, although it's quite rude.
"And look. I'm not sure if most folk can understand it, but the translation provided by the Church says that's the part where the Prince is upset that he can't marry for love. Ah, perhaps if he were a small noble of his House, perhaps..." she passes Trace a small pamphlet that was on her seat.
A nod, another smile. "A new experience," he copies, allowing Sveta to rest against his shoulder, even as he wraps an arm gently around hers, smiling faintly as he keeps looking at the stage. Truth be told, he didn't quite understand a word of what was being sung, but it didn't sound too bad, to be honest. Silently, he smiles down towards Sveta and nodding lightly as he looks into her eyes momentarily.
The opera continues to play out, telling the story of the Creator prince and the sorcerer who has transformed a number of their females into swans. Although if the result is the lady who's playing the female lead, it can't be all that bad, can it? The Creators must have had strange ideas about magic, considering there's no common spell that can do that...
Nevertheless, Sveta catches Trace's gaze, looks a little uneast, and hurriedly breaks off the eye contact by looking away, perhaps hoping for some pretext to rationalise away having done so.
Trace however, isn't saying much himself, silently looking away the moment Sveta does the same, looking away a little awkwardly and twitching lightly. Even so, he does occasionally glance back to try and see how much he screwed up...
Well, so far, she hasn't actually tried moving his arm from her shoulder, or removed her head from his', so it doesn't seem too bad yet.
Sveta says nothing, just sighs and leans her head further into Trace's feathers. "And they're finishing up the second act now. I wonder if there's going to be an intermission...didn't notice one in the pamphlet, but...the music is really nice."
Trace nods faintly and smiles down at Sveta, his hand moving along her shoulder momentarily, before leaning back and nodding faintly. "Says right here... We'll have an intermission at the end of this part," he mumbles, gesturing at a small schedule placed in an illogical part of the booklet.
The pause comes soon enough, and the group is moved towards the large hall again, for a thirty-minute break.
Meanwhile, on an arch above, a lone, black panther is silently observing the hall, almost as if trying to find a mark.
The panther smirks nastily as he catches sight of Sveta and Trace. He slinks down from the balcony and sidles up until he stands at the fiery goshawk's elbow opposite Trace. "Svetlana Kuznetsova, I presume?" he asks in a silky baritone, "Or are you going by Longtail now?" The black feline says the last with obvious distaste.
Sveta's gloved fingers tighten barely, both about Trace's arm and her other balled fist, her green eyes flicking this way and that, scanning the crowd for something. "And what does it mean to you?"
A mumble and a twitch as Trace stares at the feline. He seems... Uncertain and... Focused on something else, at the same time.
The kite simply observes the exchange, for now, gently pulling Sveta a little closer. "Friend of yours?" he asks with a raised brow, the intonation suggesting he means the inverse, of course.
